[Intro]

Mic Check one, two, one, two, check,

Mic Check one, two, one, two, check,
How my mic sound? Aight we good?
Aight lets do it.


I woke up twenty on my born day, I'm guessing it's blessing,
Repressing the stressing that had sentenced my adolescence.

Now when I rap a sentence, other rapper's presence cut in half like pensions,
Watch me smack you reckless, all of lyrical nasty weapons.
That real hip-hop I breathe it, believe it, I eat, sleep, and dream it.

Shout out to the haters that be giving me road blocks,
But I'm gone and I'm going fast and I'm making no stops.
Shout out to the fans that be giving me more props,

This young crazy !@$( that grew up with no pops,
No sisters, no brothers, just me and one mother.
Kicked out at seventeen, so I started selling weed.

But I ain't tryna live this life no more.
I'm gonna be tarring up the mic until my mic so torn,
A phsyco's born inside of my mind, whenever I'm spitting rhymes,

Start with nickels get to dimes, multiply like fifty times.
Look what I created, a little foundation,
And we started at the bottom and all of these clowns hating.

I'm anxious my heart pounds racing,
Cause me and my dogs be spitting fire man it's like we Dalmatians.
You say I'm whack because you all suck,

And you see we making moves like a U-Hall truck.
Look I have acquired the ability to inspire,
Got them rolling just like tires, now I'm expanding just like wires,

Goddam it it's fire, you know what I'm cooking up.
Middle fingers to haters I know they shook as $#&@.


Cause I'm just tryna get low [No!]
Tryna get high [Yeah!]
Tryna get dough [Dough!]

Tryna get by [By!]
One thing I know, is I'm gone survive [Vive!]
One thing I know, is I'm gone survive [Vive!]


I said I'm tryna get low [No!]
Tryna get high [Yeah!]

Tryna get dough [Dough!]
Tryna get by [By!]
One thing I know, is I'm gone survive [Vive!]

I said one thing I know, is I'm gone survive yeah! [Vive!]
[Outro]


This for hip-hop, hip-hop,
This for 93',
Until infinity!

It's Get Cree till my last breathe!